Actually, I don’t mind being a bridesmaid, it’s a rare opportunity. When my cousins got married, they didn’t ask me to be a bridesmaid because they said I was too beautiful, too charming, too pretty, and had too good of a body, and that I would definitely overshadow the bride, so they wouldn’t even let me help with the reception.
That’s right. If I stood at the entrance of the banquet hall in a low-cut, backless, body-expanding dress, I’m afraid that the male guests would not remember who the bride was, and would only be interested in admiring my sweet and innocent face, my tantalizing cleavage, and my long, straight, white legs under the mini-skirt.
Instructor Koyanagi she was very beautiful and was also the captain of the honor guard in high school. Beautiful and heroic, she didn’t need to worry about me overshadowing her.
The reason why I hesitate is because Sayuri, she likes to molest me, and every time, she plays with people until they are clothed and panting, and then she pretends to apologize. Hmph! It was so hard to graduate and escape her clutches, I’m not going to throw myself into the net……. That said, in the end, I still obediently agreed to be her bridesmaid.
The focus of everyone’s lobbying was simple: this might be the only time in my life that I get to be a bridesmaid.
Other than Little Willow, I don’t think there’s any normal woman who would deliberately look for a stunningly beautiful girl to be a bridesmaid, right? Although I don’t think I’m a stunning beauty, but I’m certainly a well-known beauty from far and near …… In good conscience, I should be a little bit prettier than Sayuri-senpai.
The criteria for selecting the captain of our honor guard have not changed since Willow was in high school. The first was to have a very pretty face, the prettier the better. Secondly, the body must be slender and delicate; thin waist, long legs, convex in the front and curved in the back, and the breasts must be firm. The third is that the long legs must be white and straight, after all, this is the most important point of view of the women’s honor guard.
Strictly speaking actually the third point is the most important. However, beauty is easy to find, but beautiful legs are hard to find, the previous schoolmates sometimes can only rely on flesh-colored stockings and thigh-high boots to cover up the flaws. Xiaoliu said that since the team was created, there have not been many people like me who can go on the field with a pair of bare legs and mesmerize the referee.
To know that the gang of colorful referees are very high, the general unusual legs do not say to fascinate them, not be egg-margin bones even if it is very good.
With my confused and often clumsy personality, I would have been afraid to join the honor guard. I was afraid that I would keep dropping my gun during the competition and that would be too embarrassing.
I didn’t expect a small willow at the beginning of the school year, I was fixed, the honor guard registration put the brigade do not care, directly kill to the class to carry me to the locker room, in my struggle and cries in the people stripped naked, all up and down the whole body are touched all over, and then only to help me to change into a sexy feel no honor guard uniform.
Little Liu said that it would be a waste for me not to be the captain of the honor guard because I am so beautiful, have such a good body, and have a pair of flawless legs. She thinks that only her sister, my sister, Haruna, can compare to my beauty.
In fact, I think that Haruna is even prettier than me, especially when she smiles, she’s really cute and adorable, it’s really mesmerizing. But she’s already married, so unless I meet a prettier girl in the future, it’s really unlikely that anyone will ask me to be a bridesmaid again.
Xiao Liu completely pinched my dead center. I pretended to be reluctant, but in my heart I agreed with glee.
As soon as the midterm exams were over, I was summoned back by her to accompany her to pick out a wedding dress and choose a gown to prepare for the engagement. Maybe because it’s been too long since I’ve had a chance to molest me, as soon as I arrived at her house Xiao Liu pushed me into the room, locked the door and stripped me to a white sheep. She said she wanted to scrutinize my torso and help me pick a set of the most revealing, sexiest and most mesmerizing bridesmaid dresses.
I cried and laughed. Who was getting married anyway? Obviously the leading lady is her, and it’s my underwear and dresses that we’ve been picking out for two whole days.
Willow says she lives here anyway and has plenty of time to spend. It’s me who’s away from home and doesn’t come back often, so I need to take care of my part first.
Others are bridesmaids to match the bride’s dress dress, I did not expect me and my sister but the opposite, she has to match my dress to pick the wedding dress …… What is all this with what ah ……
My schoolmate especially reminded me to pay attention to my diet so that I wouldn’t accidentally gain weight before the engagement. I wasn’t worried about that at all, my thin waist hadn’t changed much since I graduated from junior high school. It was always very annoying to buy skirts because no matter what style they were, the hemlines were short as hell. After all, girls with this waist size were usually petite, and no one had long legs like me.
Floor-length dresses on me always show off a nice sliver of calf. Knee-length dresses on me immediately turn into mini-skirts that show my thighs hard, which is as tantalizing as it gets.
If it was just a little bit shorter, it would be fine, but I have a great ass that makes the back hemline look extra short. The front hem had to be shortened to make the dress look balanced, and my closet was full of mini-skirts, none of which covered half of my thighs, except for the custom-made ones.
When I was applying for college interviews, my ultra-short skirt more or less played a certain effect, right? At least the male teachers looked at me straight in the eyes and were totally mesmerized by my bare two-thirds of my tender white thighs.
In fact, that day I was also set up by Xiao Liu, who originally picked straight jeans that didn’t show off her figure. But afterward I was actually quite thankful to my sister, without her spoofing, my interview score might not have been that high.
Because I was wearing a cool, light pleated skirt with strappy high-heeled sandals, it made my already long and straight legs even more seductive, and even aroused men’s urges more than wearing an honor guard uniform.
My resume photo was changed by my sister into a full-service sexy photo of the honor guard, all of which were on the verge of revealing my panties, showing off my incredibly sexy ass and smooth, tight thighs. Although the top of the uniform was tightly wrapped, the cut was so flattering that it was almost no different from a swimsuit or gymnastic uniform, and even showed through the bra lace pattern.
There were a few photos of me in which my bra was snatched away by the hateful Sayuri schoolmate. Shy and nervous, I was left with a permanent bulge in the photos, and was enlarged and used as a computer tablecloth by my asshole sister.
Seeing that set of sexy portraits that have never been shown to men, and then seeing the scene shyly pulling the hem of the ultra-short skirt of my …… the entire interview process was spent in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, the teachers did not make things difficult for me at all, and asked me to perform on-site the captain of the guard of honor the sexiest, most emphasize the curves of the legs of the leg lifting movement.
Knowing that I was sure of my acceptance, I happily agreed to their request. Later that day I remembered that I was wearing safety pants for the honor guard competition, so even if I was seen I wouldn’t do anything. I was wearing jeans before the interview, but when I changed into a skirt I forgot to change out of my lace panties which were so transparent that I couldn’t stand them. ……
No wonder their eyes seemed to be on the verge of falling out …… after the interview and they didn’t stand up to shake my hand. I think they’re all still pitching their tents?
Enrollment registration into the dormitory and I was given another go at it by Willow. She borrowed all my clothes that covered my knees, leaving me with a clear mini-skirt.
I don’t know if it’s just my paranoid mind, but I always feel that the rest of the skirts have been shortened by her, and almost all of them are as short as the ceremonial skirts, so no matter how I pull them, I feel like I’m going to be naked at any moment.
For a week in a row, I could only wear a super-short skirt to class every day, revealing my long, tender, white, crystal-clear, snowy jade legs, mesmerizing my male classmates, teachers, and seniors.
A lot of my female classmates asked me which brand of stockings I bought, and at first I was confused. It turned out that they thought my legs were so beautiful because I wore stockings, but in fact I had never worn stockings. I have never worn stockings before, but I have been forced to wear lace thigh socks a few times by Xiao Liu.
Weekend home school sister only to people’s long skirts and pants back to me, but unfortunately, my image in school has been fixed. People see me not wearing a mini skirt instead will ask questions, but also very ambiguous ask me if that came …… really hateful!
Anyway, under the persecution of my older sister, I couldn’t wear miniskirts even if I didn’t want to, so I had to work part-time to save up money to buy a few more that didn’t show so much, so that I could at least wear them a little bit longer than usual on those days of the month.
My schoolmate’s Bunting finally arrived. After I begged and pleaded with her, she didn’t let me wear a dress that was too revealing, which put my mind at ease. I don’t know why we need bridesmaids when we are engaged, anyway, she and I just need to dress up and listen to what the old man tells us to do.
Sister said that if she listens to me, then the underwear should listen to her. I was afraid that she would try to trick me on purpose again, so I obediently let her do whatever she wanted. Anyway, with the gown covering me, no one can see me, so it doesn’t matter how sexy I wear underneath.
Turns out …… I did fall for it again.
Xiao Liu said that my figure was just too perfect, and there was no way the rented gown could meet her requirements. She specially ordered a tight-fitting cheongsam for me, which fit perfectly to the curves of my torso, and even the position of my nipples was measured just right.
In that gown, I had obviously wrapped myself up in an airtight package, yet the entirety of my figure was unabashedly revealed. I couldn’t wear regular panties underneath, or else it would show through clearly where my buttocks were. Sister told me not to wear them, but I refused. In the end, she persuasively made me wear a thong, barely solving the problem.
The engagement process at her home went very smoothly, although I felt that the men present were staring at me colorfully from beginning to end, including Xiao Liu her husband. It was the small banquet at the end of the process that revealed my sister’s sinister intentions, she actually wanted me to change three sets of dresses with her. Obviously this is just an engagement yay …… change so many sets of dresses to do what ah? The bridesmaids and why change dresses ah?
The reason given by the school sister was that the dress she changed into did not match my cheongsam, so I also had to change with her. This well …… sounds quite convincing. Silly me so promised her.
The gowns that Sayuri picked out were super tricky to put on and take off and someone had to help. I had a hard time helping her change, and I did feel that the two girls in the mirror were very incongruous.
Outside the lounge Abbot was already knocking on the door before Sister slowly and methodically pulled out the dress she was going to change me into: a laced satin dress with the entire back exposed, even the sides of my breasts in an unguarded kind of way.
I knew that Xiao Liu couldn’t be resting on any good intentions! This dress is quick to change, but you can t wear underwear, or the bra straps will look out of place …… I gritted my teeth and glared hard at my schoolmate, but I still obediently removed my cheongsam and stepped into that dress.
While letting my sister help me adjust the degree of breast exposure, I realized why she had been dead set on not letting me wear a bra since last night. On the one hand, the cheongsam was originally designed to hold up my breasts and show off the curves of my breasts. On the other hand, it was for the sake of this full backless gown, so as not to leave traces of the bra clasp on my delicate skin.
I stayed by my sister’s side during the toast to help her hold back the drinks, but I couldn’t block the burning line of sight behind me. I know it’s just a psychological effect, but the back of this dress is too revealing, and I feel dizzy after only a short while.
Within two bites of sitting at the main table and picking up our food, my sister and I had to change our gowns again.
While my sister’s gowns were more elaborate than one another, my gowns were simpler than one another.
I deliberately pretended to be dead not wanting to change my gown, but this one on my body and my senior sister’s new gown match really weird …… Finally I changed into that small low cut backless gown in the middle of the master abbot’s knocking on the door, showing my tantalizingly unbelievable cleavage in full display as well.
As soon as I left the house I felt the hot visual rape of men. It’s like going to an honor guard competition where there’s always some horny weirdo uncle trying to sneak a peek under our skirts.
You can glare at those annoying and boring people during the competition, but the people there are all the family and friends of the senior sister and the senior husband.
I blushed and tried to dodge those blatant lustful desires. But in the course of the toast, almost all the men’s gazes drifted between my face and cleavage, and even Senior Abbot took advantage of the turn of the head several times to surreptitiously videotape and rape me …… Who the hell is the leading lady today? School sister you bastard!
Back to the main table, only just sat down there are constantly men over to toast. Nominally it is a toast to both parents, but in reality it is a constant jamming and grabbing angles, from top to bottom of the visual rape me ……
Without a bra, I didn’t even have time to use a breast patch. Pink nipple areola, so fell in the eyes of many witty men ……
I hadn’t noticed, but my sister secretly reminded me in my ear. She did not say okay, realized that I have long been naked, shy and red face, but also very nervous, sensitive nipples and fabric friction gradually protruding between the thin satin dress printed out a very obvious two points ……
I was so ashamed that I wanted to hide in the lounge and change, but my sister kept helping me with the food and greeting the men who came to make a toast with her smiling face.
I felt my face burn so hot and my bare chest itched so much. I nervously kept holding on to the straps, deeply afraid that they would slip down to reveal my entire breasts.
I managed to hold out until my senior sister changed her gown again, but I was so frazzled that I forgot to put a chest patch on myself.
The master knocked on the door so urgently, apparently some guests want to leave early to get the wedding candies. I didn’t bother to argue, so I picked up the low-cut dress that my sister had prepared for me, and quickly put it on in front of the mirror, while my sister helped me pull it slightly, so that the short skirt barely covered my private parts, and the two of them left the lounge one after the other.
I regretted it as soon as I stepped out of the door. What’s the bridesmaid’s business when the bride and groom are handing out wedding candies? But of course, my sister refused to let me escape, and she smiled as she dragged me forward with her, holding a tray of candies for the guests to choose from.
My sister’s gown is so demure, conservative and beautiful. My gown is so light, so bright, and looks so classy.
But that hemline was just too short, too revealing, and too tantalizing! Standing in front of me, I could see all of my long, completely bare legs from top to bottom. The thin fabric, although opaque, is very, very easy to flutter up, and just the air currents from the guests walking around can lift the hem of my incredibly short skirt, revealing my gorgeous bottom with only a cut-out thong on inside ……
I moved my plate down, but only managed to block the gaze from directly in front of me. And with the upper edges of my breasts and my backside completely naked, as eye-catching as my long legs, it was impossible to stay completely naked no matter how much I dodged ……
I want to cry so bad.
But then there must be a sweet smile on your face.
Down the steps to the ballroom was a different group of people, completely unknown to us. I secretly prayed that they wouldn’t look up when they came out so they wouldn’t notice my smooth thighs and half-naked private parts under my super short skirt ……
A few colorful uncle saw the problem of the hall design at a glance, after taking pictures, walked down the steps and picked an inconspicuous corner, dripping saliva and raising his head high, staring stupidly at the bottom of people’s skirts ……
I clenched my legs desperately, but knew that it was useless …… My legs were already long and straight, and no amount of clenching could affect the wonderful winning view in their eyes.
I feel so ashamed! So ashamed!
I quietly backed up, but a butt bumped into the hard crotch of the man behind me… I froze for a moment before realizing what I had bumped into, and tried to dodge forward, but I couldn’t catch up with the speed of the man’s tent protruding …… He followed me like a shadow on my round and arched buttocks, and the thin skirt couldn’t hold back the warm vibrations of his shake! A shake of warm vibration ……
I wanted to cry so badly! And yet, I had to help cover the man behind me. He couldn’t leave with a big tent over his head, could he? I had to stand there and continue to let the men downstairs visually rape the underskirts of people’s homes.
After going back I have been crying all the time, sister has been consoling me and I apologize, she said she did not expect to see off the guests standing position will be so just. Originally just wanted me to show my legs a little, but the result was that even my private parts were seen by others.
I relentlessly insisted that my schoolmate make mental reparations, and she reluctantly took two days off from school to be with me at my college.
My sister generously bought me a couple of dresses, which made me feel a little embarrassed, as if I was taking advantage of her too much. But soon after she went back, I received a questioning phone call with grief and indignation, because she actually changed all the underwear in my closet into the most revealing and revealing and cloth-saving erotic styles!
It’s summer! People’s tops are thin and skirts are short, how can they wear such exaggerated things? Because she’s a bridesmaid, she won’t get her paycheck until a few days later, so how can she survive for a few days? I can’t just borrow my roommate’s dress, right?
I didn’t dare to skip class, and I was always a good girl, so I had no choice but to put on an erotic bra and thong, a tight shirt and a super short skirt, and I went in and out of class early and stayed out late, covering up for fear that too many boys would see the bottom of my tantalizing skirt.
The grades for the midterm were announced. One of the professors left me after class, stared at my cleavage and said that he had accidentally lost my paper and had to give me an up or down grade for now. He said I should have done well in class for being so attentive and asked if I wanted to retake the test to improve my grade.
I was actually quite satisfied with that score, but the professor said he would only keep the higher one, so I was assured that it was okay to retake the test, and it didn’t matter if I failed.
Having said that, of course I was too embarrassed to say no and made a date with him.
After two days of hard studying, I forgot to wash my clothes, and all that was left in my closet was the thinnest, most revealing, and most seductive gossamer skirt that I normally wouldn’t dare to wear. Except for my back, my shoulders, the upper edge of my breasts, and my long legs were all exposed, and it was not much better than the one my sister had when she got engaged.
I didn’t dare to call the professor to ask for an extension, so I put on that dress and went to the professor’s house, blushing and hardened.
The door had only just opened, and upon seeing me in my sexy-as-hell gorgeous outfit, the professor’s gym pants immediately swelled up in a bulge. I pretended not to see it and greeted him sweetly, while bending down to remove my shoes to give him some cover.
Shaking out my long hair, I tousled my bangs before noticing that behind the automatically closing door was a full length of tall floor-to-ceiling mirrors. Wearing an ultra-short pleated skirt and keeping my legs straight and bent over, I reflected a pair of white, thin, smooth and tight super-beautiful legs in the mirror.
As the hem of my skirt lifted up, my round, shapely ass was completely exposed, and the thin lace straps of my thong didn’t cover much at all, but instead made my beautiful ass look whiter, brighter, more crystalline, and more dazzling between the contrasting colors.
My shoelace is hooked. I was so nervous. While shaking my ass and skirt, I’m giving a deathly tug on the thin belt that was obviously all smooth just a few moments ago.
I peeked over at the professor for a moment and realized that he had looked completely dumbfounded, staring straight into the piece of mirror, his bottom even more swollen than it had just become.
I was too embarrassed to caress the hem of my skirt at this time, because that would mean that I knew he had been visually raping me the whole time. In fact, even if I stroked it, it would be useless, the current position is just too subtle, and the skirt is so exaggeratedly short that no matter how much I cover it up, it will surely reveal my white and tender ass.
“Professor ……” I called out to him softly, “People’s shoelaces are stuck yeah, can you please ……”
He didn’t even hear it. I tried to increase the volume, then straightened up, “Professor ……”
His pants were so swollen and my face was burning. I handed over the newspaper by the shoe cabinet and asked him to cover up his bottom. It took him a while to come back to his senses, coughing softly and saying he had forgotten to get my slippers ready and would have to look for them.
I caressed my skirt and sat down, petulantly reminding him to untie my shoes for me. He squatted down in front of me as if listening to heavenly music, his hands groping my little feet while his eyes kept drifting to the bottom of my incredibly tantalizing skirt. I was so ashamed by his look ……
He had a strong hand and quickly sorted it out, helping me put my shoes on, tie them, and tie them in a tight dead end knot.
This is great, I can’t get my shoes off.
I snorted out a laugh, while the professor was still too bewildered to realize what a silly thing he had done. It was a long, long time before he looked me full and loosened my restraints, finding his slippers and wrapping his arms around me as he went into the living room.
The professor’s wife had gone to her mother’s house, and he was alone in the house. His house was clean, the smooth tile floors were so shiny they were like mirrors, and my under-skirt view was completely unguarded against him.
He complimented me on how wonderfully beautifully dressed I was today, even more glamorous than I usually am in class. I thanked him sweetly, dodging his increasingly overbearingly large hands as I did so.
We both tacitly agreed not to mention his highly inflated crotch. The professor sat me down on the soft couch and brought out fruit and drinks, saying that absorbing a little sugar before the test would help improve my grade.
My ass was sunk inside the soft, low couch, and the short hem of my skirt lifted up so hard that no amount of tugging would help. I folded my legs to cover my privates, but the professor could see all of my beautiful ass and my entire thighs from the side.
I picked up a long, thick banana, peeled it gracefully, and started from the tip, slowly licking the pulp softly with my tongue little by little, carefully, before taking small bites, as if I were eating ice cream. This way of eating was taught to me by my schoolmate, who said that this is the way to eat so as not to get fat.
The professor said that he had been practicing photography since he saw my honor guard portraits during the interview and asked if I could be his outside model. I licked my banana while meeting the professor’s expectant eyes with my sweetest smile and nodded my head in agreement. After all, so many of my credits in this department are in his hands, I can’t afford to offend him on such a trivial matter.
He ran out with a big tent and came back quickly with a stupid camera in his hand. He said I looked so beautiful eating that he wanted to do his best to leave me in a stunning silhouette with a burst of shots.
In fact, I know that he said that learning photography and so on is just an excuse, so many suitors have used such a lame excuse. The professor grabbed the camera and kept snapping away, and a few times he even asked me to pause and not bite down. A small plate of fruit in his dawdling let me eat more and more slowly, after half an hour or so the memory card is gone before he rested.
He said he was going to get the exam papers and told me to get ready. I got up and went to the bathroom and rinsed my mouth, rehydrated my face and went back to the couch to wait.
The professor came out soon after and was embarrassed to say that he had found my missing exam paper and that the score was on par with the top one in the class, and asked me if I wanted to take the exam again.
My face instantly blushed with shame, knowing that I hadn’t even done that well on the test, ironically, I had gotten extra points for my beauty again, just like in the pre-admission interview.
I’m afraid my grade is tied to how much of my bodice is exposed today. If I take off all my clothes and skirts now, I might be able to fly through with a high grade without even having to go to my final exam.
The professor said that since I didn’t want to take the test, he wanted to take me to buy a dress as an apology. He made sure to apologize to me properly for getting my score low before and taking up my precious holiday time.
I blushed and said no, no, I have to go back to the dormitory to wash clothes. When he heard me say I had no clothes to wear, he said generously that he would buy a few more to give me, and he happened to have department store gift certificates that he couldn’t use up, so he was worried about it.
Unable to resist the professor’s enthusiasm, and afraid of upsetting him and lowering my grade, I obediently let him take the elevator downstairs with his arm around my waist, and smoothed the hem of my short skirt as I sat down in the assistant’s chair.
The professor’s pants had been hard for most of the morning, so he finally didn’t keep staring at people’s legs and drove in a fairly disciplined manner. But after parking at the department store, he dawdled and refused to get out of the car. It took me a while to figure out that his crotch was too swollen to see. My face instantly went red again.
The professor told me to go upstairs and he’d find me after a “break”. I nodded sheepishly and exchanged cell phone numbers with him.
I tried on several dresses at the counter and it was a long, long time before he called to ask where I was. I wanted to say he was the one who was going to pay for it, so I picked out a couple of okay ones for him to choose from, and deliberately put the cheapest one on top. I didn’t expect the professor to come in and buy them all without saying a word and pulling out a gift certificate.
He said he wanted to see how sexy I looked in the new dresses, but he was afraid that he would have to take a break after seeing them, so he hugged me and continued to sweep the other counters, saying that when he returned to his home, he would let me try on the dresses one by one slowly for him to see.
The professor seemed to want to give me more clothes, so I had to say that I didn’t see any designs that I liked. The professor said that since I didn’t like buying outerwear, I should buy a few sets of underwear to go with my new clothes, so that I could change without having to wait for my clothes to dry when I returned to the dormitory.
All of the lingerie counters were co-hosting a special exhibition of erotic lingerie. I said the lingerie was too expensive to buy, but he insisted that I buy at least a few sets, and even took the initiative to help me choose. Although he couldn’t see me when I was trying them on, he took a couple of “breaks” and ended up paying for each of my new dresses with at least one set of cut-out tulle lingerie to go with them.
Lunch was a simple meal in the food court, and afterward the professor drove me home, saying he wanted to see me in my new clothes so he could admire them.
I’m used to going into the water first when I buy new clothes, and very smoothly I soaked all my underwear and dresses in a big washbasin. The professor said I could use the washing machine, but I told him they were to be hand-washed, locked the bathroom door and left him out to dry.
The rosette head at the professor’s house was broken, and when I turned it on it sprayed me with water. Luckily the heat wouldn’t make me catch a cold, but every inch of my entire body was soaked, and after all, there wasn’t much cloth to begin with.
I gritted my teeth and took off all the bodices and dresses, washing them together in the process. Fortunately, Mrs. Professor’s cold-wash concentrate was the same as I was accustomed to, and I meticulously soaked each bodice in moistening and softening essence.
Because there are no clothes to wear, I took a good bath by the way. Dormitory although each room has a bathroom, but always embarrassed to have been occupied not to let other roommates to use, on the university this period of time are feeling bath wash enough.
After more than two hours of beautiful washing, I asked my professor to bring me a big bath towel. That’s when I remembered that the bath towels I usually use are specially imported from abroad ……
Because I’m tall and have long legs, I often can’t cover the bottom of the towel, which makes the whole thing super sexy. As expected, the towel brought by the professor could only cover my areola and pussy, and the entire upper edge of my breasts and both thighs were completely exposed in front of the professor. ……
His crotch became even more swollen.
My cheeks turned even redder with shame.
I daintily kept my head down and didn’t dare look at him, covering my breasts and privates with both hands as I softly begged him to fish out my intimate apparel and put it in a clean laundry basket.
Coming out onto the balcony, I shooed him inside and shyly hung up my underwear and dresses one by one.
Hiding on the balcony all the time wasn’t an option. I went back inside and let him have a good look around, then asked him to find a first aid kit and some clothes I could wear.
Locking the professor out of the master bedroom, I removed my bath towel and made a makeshift bra by wrapping a yarn bandage around my chest a couple times. Even though my breasts had always been firm and not sagging, I usually took great care to maintain them in their most beautiful and bouncy state at all times.
The petite professor’s wife had a few dresses that I could wear, but they all turned into super short, super sexy miniskirts. The trouble was the tops, Mrs. Professor didn’t have a large cup size, and any of her dresses I wore would turn out to be bursting with breasts, deeply afraid of breaking the taut buttons.
I ended up wearing a long professor’s shirt with the hem over a skirt so short that at first glance I thought I wasn’t wearing any underneath, although I really wasn’t wearing any panties is all.
I was just so beautiful and sexy in the mirror! Not daring to go out, I sat down at Mrs. Professor’s dresser and carefully blow-dried my hair.
In fact, I’m not completely unable to accept pre-marital sex la …… but after all, I’m the one who is going to be the bridesmaid of the others, I can’t lose my virginity before Xiaoliu senior sister’s wedding, right?
It’s really funny to think that these days often the ones getting married aren’t virgins anymore, and the requirements for bridesmaids are still so strict. Who’s getting married anyway?
It’s no wonder that the bridesmaids we find are less attractive than the bride, maybe because it’s easier to find virgins that way? It’s not that we girls are bad, it’s just that men are too evil. If I hadn’t promised my sister Xiao Liu, I’m afraid I would have lost my virginity today, right?
Professor is actually really handsome, young and talented, gentle and gold, spelled to “take a break” several times did not rape me, in fact, people are quite touched.
I wanted to hide in the master bedroom until my clothes were dry, but I was afraid that the professor would take a “break” with my still wet dress, so I opened the door with a red face, just in time to see the professor’s bodily fluids splashing onto the glass coffee table on the couch.
I turned around and slammed the door, pretending I didn’t see it. Then walked over to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, bending over and pretending to look for something.
The cool, cold breeze cooled my hot face down a little, and I turned an angle to peek at the professor to see if he was done, but just in time to see him slip his fingers back onto the big, raised rod!
I immediately understood, because the action of me bending over in front of the refrigerator is really too beautiful and charming. Damn dead professor, not quickly wipe the table but over there again set up, I can not look or stand, so I can only continue to twist the ass will be in the mini skirt of the spring, completely displayed in the stinking professor’s retina.
Pantyless and unclothed, my private parts were exposed to the professor. I was so uncontrollably ashamed that both my legs were about to go limp, and it took every ounce of strength I had not to fall headfirst into the refrigerator as I braced myself and pressed my small hands against my knees.
The professor cleaned up the living room and came over and put his arm around me and asked if I wanted to take a nap. I didn’t want to! He clearly meant for the two of us to roll around in bed together, what kind of nap is that?
We had a good understanding to remain silent about his raised crotch, and then the professor asked me if I wanted to play the Wii.I wasn’t too interested in video games, but it was better than trying to think of a reason to avoid the professor’s rape.
He started a game of tennis, wrapping his arms around my thin waist and cupping my soft and bouncy ass, and teaching me the game by hand.
I had nothing on under my short skirt and just ran and jumped back and forth controlling the avatar, constantly lifting the hem of my incredibly tantalizing skirt.
After a couple of intense fights, my sweaty blouse and gauze bandages were soaked to transparency against my slender, soft, delicate body, and I could imagine for myself how tantalizing, delicious, showy, and crime-inducing I looked.
Afraid of being raped by the professor, I went back to the shower. Even though my underwear wasn’t all dry yet, I picked out a set to change into, and then put on the dress that the professor thought looked best, still showing most of my legs.
The professor said it was a rare opportunity, I was so pretty with such a great body and I liked to wear super short skirts, he asked me if I would like to accompany him to a high class restaurant, they were miniskirt night tonight and I could get a discount if I wore this to dine.
No matter where we go, it’s better than staying at the professor’s house where two people are facing each other. To the restaurant I deliberately did not choose the private room, afraid of the sound insulation of the box is too good instead of letting me want to escape can not escape.
Halfway through our meal, the power went out in the dining room, and several of the blackout lights happened to hit me, making me the center of attention in the hall. I was so ashamed that I wanted to switch seats with the professor, but he said he couldn’t get up unless he took another “break”.
I kicked him with a red face and kept my head down to eat, not daring to look at the people nearby. It was obvious that the power had gone out, but all the customers in the hall didn’t leave, and more and more of them gathered. They ate and ordered and ate again, not knowing how long they would sit there.
The professor said that because I was so pretty, people didn’t want to leave. I told him that’s not true. It’s not the first time I’ve been in a restaurant like this since I was a kid.
I didn’t realize that when we were checking out, the manager said he was grateful that I had kept so many customers during the blackout, and that the performance was even more than it would have been if there hadn’t been a blackout, and that he had especially counted us as free, and hoped that we would be able to come back and spend money more often.
After getting into the car, the professor intentionally drove back to let me look inside the restaurant, and sure enough, the customers in our section were all gone, and it seemed that all of them had stayed for me before.
It was only then that he said that my dress was so see-through from the bright light that even the lace pattern of my underwire bra was clearly visible. Although mini-skirt nights often attract leggy girls to dine in, I looked so beautiful, so seductive, and so sinfully attractive today that I outshone all the other girls in the hall.
Before I went back to my professor’s house I told him for a while that I wanted to be a bridesmaid for my alma mater’s instructor. He immediately understood what I meant and excitedly said that when I came back from the wedding he would immediately invite me to his house.
Knowing that he wouldn’t rape me for a while, I blushed and sheepishly changed into each of my new underwear and dresses in front of him, giving him several more “breaks”. I was annoyed that only one of the new dresses hadn’t shrunk, and almost every one of them showed two-thirds of my thighs.
Back to the dormitory, only to hear from my roommate that the nearby road digging had broken the water pipes, and the dormitory was only supplied with drinking water for the time being. There was no way to do laundry, so I had to wear the sexy ultra-short skirt that my professor gave me every day, raising the average bareness of my legs to the highest point since the beginning of the school year.
The professor said his mother-in-law was slightly ill and his wife continued to stay at her mother’s house. Every afternoon he waited for me to leave class and drove me to his house to take a shower. I took my dormitory clothes to the professor’s house to be washed as well, but every dress I brought back seemed to have gotten shorter.
I was too embarrassed to ask him if he had secretly hired someone to alter my dresses, so I just picked the shortest and sexiest ones and washed them in turn. The water pipes in the dormitory had only just been repaired when the reservoir ran out of water, prolonging my days of washing and bathing at the professor’s house.
Because he knew how I matched my underwear when I first picked it out, the professor could guess the bra and panties inside me as soon as he saw which set of dresses I was wearing. Whenever he met me at school, he would ask me if my panties were that one. Is the bra the ruffled lace one? Every time I was so ashamed, I almost lifted up my skirt to let him know the answer.
In class he was always secretly texting on his cell phone to tease me and flirt with me. I’m not shy about it either, always flicking my shoulder straps when the boys aren’t looking, adjusting the way my legs are folded to give him a full view of the bottom of my skirt, and leaving him hiding behind the podium with his crotch swollen.
The day after Koyanagi’s wedding, I gave myself to my dear professor.
He took my first time, leaving me to pass out in a bliss of excruciating pain and orgasm. When I woke up in a haze, he tenderly sucked my sensitive lower body with his tongue and eased my first-time desires back up again with a strong and deep love.
People are so touched.
I know how hard he put up with it before, and I know why his wife fled to her mother’s house when she had something to do.
He was just too brave.
His dick is so thick and hard and strong, and it never goes down, it’s hard to get soft. Every time he shoots, he can stand up again soon after, it’s just like an undefeatable man.
The thought of facing his wife’s kind of sex life that was inserted to the point of fear in the future made my fang feel …… a kind of excitement and anticipation full of excitement.
Because I knew that the professor would protect me well and wouldn’t fuck his wife until she begged for mercy like he did when he was newly married and inexperienced.
He loves me, is considerate, pampers me, and thinks of me all the time.
Ever since that interview, he’s had me as his only sexual fantasy.
Whether he was fucking his wife or taking a “break”, I was always on his mind.
Being strong, and because his wife had suffered, he was able to restrain himself better than the other hungry wolves, and didn’t get a hard-on on me the first time I came to his house.
And that’s how it got into my good graces. Took my heart. Took the moment I went from teenage girl to young woman.
His mother-in-law’s illness worsened and became chronic. His wife volunteered to take care of her for a long time and left the house with her luggage.
The professor immediately took me into his home to live with him.
I’ve been moisturized by the rain, and I’ve become even more charming. Xiao Liu exclaimed that it was a good thing she made the reservation early, otherwise she would be ashamed of herself when she saw me now, and would not dare to ask me to be her maid of honor.
The gowns that Willow had customized for me all turned out to be a great tool for me to tease the professor. As soon as I put on that sexy holy suit, he couldn’t control his animalistic desires at all.
Originally, he had forced himself to fuck me only twice a day at the most, twelve hours apart. But with my teasing and promises, we soon increased the frequency, turning his “breaks” into a shower of love and affection in my pussy.
My pussy was always so narrow and tight. But we knew each other so well, and my pussy was always wet and well lubricated, that he could pull back his crotch and lift up my mini-skirt and thrust in with ease, as long as no one was around.
I was still the most beautiful and sought after school girl in the school. But unlike before, there was always a good amount of the freshest cum left in my pussy during class, and the professor was always ready to find the most ingenious opportunity in the crowd to squeeze his steaming glans into my narrow, tight pussy.
In the eyes of the onlookers, he was a horny and shameless beast of clothing who often made a pass at the innocent and well-behaved leggy schoolgirl. No one would believe that they actually saw that the professor actually lifted up the schoolgirl’s ultra-short skirt, flicked off the thong that had almost as much as it didn’t, and put his lecherous meat stick into the schoolgirl’s untouched pussy, all the way to the hilt, and injected it deeply.
In addition to rolling around on the big bed at the professor’s house, I also enjoyed the hit-and-run, plug-and-play tension.
Knowing full well that at any moment there are many men who are visually raping me, who imagine pumping their big meat sticks in and out of me. But I already belong to the professor, and my pussy will always be available only to him. I just love to have my dear husband give me his loyalty naked during the brief interruption of men’s sight.
The bell rang for the end of class.
I grabbed my cell phone and checked the code with my husband, gathered my textbooks, counted the minutes, and stood up. Smoothing out my skirt in front of the fire-breathing eyes of my male classmates, I stepped lightly down the steps, out of the classroom, and turned toward the overhanging catwalk that led to another building.
The ten-meter walkway behind the fire extinguisher on the corner is the only dead end on this stretch.
With a sweet smile on my pretty face, I greeted my roommate and classmates as I stepped into those crucial seconds.
Turning away from the wall and shrugging off the view of the trailing man behind me, my short-to-short pleated skirt was lifted up by a handful of the professor, and his long-sighted blaster immediately propelled itself into me.
So hot!
I couldn’t help but wince and cry out, spilling the textbook and notes I was holding to my chest with a whimper.
The footsteps of the heroes approaching.
With a low growl in my ear, the professor’s lower body shuddered and the jet of water slammed into my center of my flower, causing me to involuntarily let out another cry of lust to the core.
Too late, the professor pulled out with his hands in a frenzy, and with a dainty, incredibly cross look at him, I skillfully wiped him off with the inside of my skirt, pushed in the crotch of my pants and tugged on the zipper, clenched my legs and knelt on the floor, and with my small hand, I reached behind me into my skirt to pull my panties carefully into place.
The professor fled at a fast pace.
A few seconds ago, the male classmate who had been following me and raping me came around the corner with a straight face, gently and considerately picked up my textbooks, gathered up my scattered notes, pretended not to notice my intentionally exposed cleavage, and with the sunniest of smiles offered the tribute with both hands to the beautiful and sexy goddess in front of him, whose clothes were both cool and revealing.
I fought back the urge to blow my load and clenched my legs, dying to keep the cum out of my pussy.
I wanted to laugh so badly, but all I could do was bloat red and hold it in. I tilted my head away from the male student in front of me, tears spiking out of the corners of my eyes as I held them in. The tears of joy kind.
Seeing me on my knees and crying out, and then seeing the beast in the distance that everyone was screaming about, the male student’s blood rushed up in anger and righteous indignation, and he immediately realized the truth that he had outlined in his mind.
He stroked my bare shoulders to comfort me and wiped away my tears with a Kleenex from my small carry-on bag.
My half-naked chest rose and fell uncontrollably, and it was hard to stop the laughter that was about to be internalized.
With one hand on my slender waist and the other cupping my ass, my male classmate was about to stand up when he realized that his own crotch was already high and bulging.
I pretended not to see it, interrupting his pause and following his half-done movement to stand up.
He couldn’t bear to leave my soft and elastic buttocks, and regardless of his image he continued to wrap his arms around my thin waist and helped me towards the girls’ dormitory.
His crotch was getting swollen and I pretended not to see it. Tilting my head and stifling a laugh, my petite body trembled uncontrollably.
There were a lot of girls coming and going around the girls’ dormitory, and I’m sure most of them noticed the bulging embarrassment of their male classmates.
He dropped me off at the front door of the dormitory and watched me up the stairs with fondness.
Back in my dorm room, I sat on the toilet in the restroom and emptied the copious spurt of mixed semen down the drain.
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